Marjorie laughed. "No, not that. I mean about Frieda's being lost."
"Yes, I thought it was funny, too, though, of course, I didn't expect her to throw up her job and go on an aimless sort of journey to find her. Miss Phillips has too much good sense for anything wild like that."
"She has done the wisest thing possible by using that private detective," continued Marjorie; "but somehow, Lil, I don't think she'll ever find her. I think it's sort of up to us."
"But how?"
"That I don't know, except to keep our eyes open."
"Oh, Marj!" exclaimed Lily, interrupting her, and changing the subject. "Do you 'spose the mail's been sorted? It was late to-night, you know."
"What makes you so anxious?" teased Marjorie. "Hearing from Dick Roberts?"
"Now Marj—don't be silly!"
"But you are expecting something?"